Her final summer was it

Her final Summer was it -
And yet We guessed it not -
If tenderer industriousness
Pervaded Her, We thought

A furtherFund force of life
Developed from within -
When Death lit all the brevitylimit - shortness up
It made the hurry plain -

We wondered at our blindness
When nothing was to see
But Her Carrara Guide post -
At Our Stupidity -

When duller than our dullness
The Busy Darling lay -
So busy was she - finishing -
So leisurely - were We -